Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Even now, as I run for what could be my life, my mind is filled with the intensity and passion of what just happened.
Three orgasms?
Three!
And I’m still feeling the after-effects now.
What happened to me was terrifying, but I loved it. I absolutely loved it, and I don’t know why.
Well, that’s a lie. I do know why.
My fantasy.
The one I told Anna about when we got lost out here together after we stopped paying attention to where we were going and went off the marked trails, thinking we had the skills it would take to get back on our own.
My fantasy of being chased, captured, and being prey to a man who is desperate to have me. Somehow it all came true.
But how?
I hear a loud snapping noise behind me and look back over my shoulder to see the masked man hot on my heels. He’s sprinting at me, completely naked, and he’s closing the gap between us.
There’s no way I’m getting away from him this time.
I jump over a small stream and land awkwardly on the other side, causing me to fall. Rock and sand press into my palms as I catch myself and push up off the ground and stand. But before I can start running again, a set of iron arms wraps around me and snatches me into a vise-like hold.
I try to scream, but the man muffles my cries with the callused palm of his hand.
Breathing through my nose, I inhale his scent, which somehow feels welcome and familiar to me now, like a good cologne.
What is happening to me?
Am I losing my mind?
Instinct tells me to fight back, so I squirm against him, but it’s completely futile. His strength is overpowering as he presses me up against the trunk of a tree, holding both of my wrists together with a single hand.
His strength is incredible. He’s like a force of nature.
“Don’t scream, Penelope!” he grunts firmly, slowly removing his hand from my mouth. I do as I’m told. There’s no telling what might happen if I don’t.
His body is flushed, and his muscles are tense and defined, enhanced by the glistening layer of sweat coating his skin. I can see his veins through his skin and the taut, cut lines of his toned body.
His abs are ridiculous, with a v-taper that would drive any girl wild.
Why am I thinking about this right now? I should be thinking of how to escape.
But despite my best efforts, my eyes are drawn to his enormous cock, hanging low between his legs, swinging like a wrecking ball, a tiny white pearl of cum dripping from the tip.
Thoughts of fertility and ferality invade my mind. The tickling sensation returns to my center as I am instantly taken back to the bliss of when he was inside me. I simply cannot fight it.
My rational brain is screaming at me to fight. To run.
But my primal side is overwhelmed by lust for this man–dying for me to give myself over to him. To fully and willfully submit.
It’s like a war of two Penelopes battling within.
“Don’t be afraid,” he says, his voice softer than ever before. It’s actually comforting, like a warm blanket during a snowstorm. “I’m going to take my mask off now.”
My pulse increases as he reaches up, and when he pulls off the matte black covering to reveal his face, a flood of emotions hits me all at once. It’s as though the universe itself halts, the Earth stops spinning, and I freeze.
“H–Hawk?”
My words are barely a whisper as they escape my mouth. He smiles and nods, and without warning, leans in and kisses me.
A massive detonation of relief and exhilaration occurs within me as our lips meet.
It was Hawk this whole time? That’s how he knew!
His tongue presses against mine, and I feel tears rush to my eyes just before my legs give out from under me. I fall to my knees before him and begin to sob. My tears flow not out of sadness, but out of joyous relief.
“It was you!” I cry as he comfortingly threads his fingers through my hair. “Oh my God…Hawk!”
“Yes, gorgeous. It was me.”
It all comes rushing back to me now.
My conversation with Anna when we were lost, just before Hawk came out of the woods and led us back down to the car. He overheard it!
“Y-you said you…didn’t hear…our c-c-conversation…” I cry, consumed by the rush of emotions crashing down on me all at once.
Hawk kneels down in front of me and brushes my hair back out of my face. His touch feels so incredible now that I’m no longer afraid. His hand is loving and warm and protective as he caresses me.
“I lied.” He smiles.
I fight back the tears and try to compose myself, but it’s no use. I give over to the emotion and allow it to take me over, then fall forward into Hawk’s thick arms.